Riding a train was & still is a very romantic thing for me. I love the rush and the chaos of the station. the whistle blowing, the line up by the tracks. the task of finding your seat to sit in a seat with such a view. Your eyes glue themselves to the passing of frames outside your window and become fixed on the variety of passengers brushing your shoulder. Time becomes real. Time becomes present. Then there's this moment where another train crosses the path of yours. The sound is like of an explosion, the feeling is forceful, force that causes your ears to pop. The sight is of the train passing and of your train's own reflection.
It was on a train that I felt as if I could feel the presence of time passing but standing still.